Page 37 of Bearly Mated

It was perfect.

Just like him.

“It’s gorgeous. Put it on me.”

He grinned, sliding it on my ring finger and tucking the box back in his pocket. “Now everyone who sees you will know you’re mine.”

Okay, that made me hot.

I undid the button on his jeans. “Alright, I want it, but just a quickie.”

“Here?”

“Against the boulder.”

“Deal.” He grabbed the hem of my shirt, but I stopped his hand.

“Clothes stay on as much as possible,” I said.

His eyes heated. “Fuck, woman.”

I flashed him a grin. “That’s kind of the point, Hud.”

He lifted me with him as he stood, carrying me to the rock. I didn’t bother telling him to let me walk. We both knew that wasn’t going to happen.

He set me down on my feet when we reached it.

I planted my hands on the curved edge of it as he shoved my leggings down to my knees and opened my thighs. The head of his cock was against my slit a heartbeat later, and my fingertips pressed against the rock as he filled me in one rough motion.

“Fuck, your ass feels good,” he growled, his hand slipping between my thighs as he worked himself in and out. I leaned more of my weight against the boulder, the feel of his fingers against my clit overwhelming.

He knew exactly how to touch me.

Exactly what I wanted, and needed.

“You fit perfectly inside me,” I moaned.

“Of course I do. I’m your mate,” he said, smacking my ass lightly.

I nearly climaxed from the light tap alone.

“Harder,” I said, and he thrusted into me harder.

My body clenched around him, my orgasm making my hips jerk and rock. He swore, fucking me roughly until he filled me with his pleasure.

It was supposed to be one-and-done… but I wanted more.

So, I met his final thrusts with my own, pushing myself backward and making him move again. He filled me harder and faster, still working my clit as he fucked me again and again.

Two climaxes later, I was panting and my knees were shaking from my pleasure.

“So much for a quickie,” he growled, smacking my ass lightly again.

“You’re my mate, and my fiancé now. We don’t need to be quick,” I said, catching my breath.

“Good. I’m nowhere near done with you.” He rocked his finger against my clit, and I smiled.

He would never be done with me, and I would never be done with him.

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